“I’m not sure he’ll do it, but he’s more than able—”
“Vega!”
His head lifts as his eyes land on mine.
I curse. “Fuck it.” I reach for the collar of his T-shirt and yank his head down to me and crash my lips against his.
He freezes for a moment before his lips begin to move against mine, and his hands slide around my back, pulling me flush to his body.
I’ve thought of kissing Vega a million times. My imagination couldn’t do it justice. Vega kisses like he fights, dirty and filled with determination.
I pull away before I have a wet spot on my pants that I’ll have to explain.
“Well, that is one way to shut him up. Can’t say it will be one I use, but it’s effective,” Blink jokes from behind me, right before he whips my ass cheek with that damn towel of his, making me squeal.
“You fucking motherfucker.”
“Such a dirty mouth. You kiss your daddy with those lips?”
His eyes widen when he realizes what he’s said, but I skate right on over it.
“No, but I’ll kiss yours.”
“Ooh, burn,” Vega fake coughs, his hand flexing on my hip.
“Oh, you guys have got jokes, huh? Assholes.” Blink snorts, turning away.
“I’m going for a shower, then I’m in the mood for pizza, if anyone wants in.”
Vega looks at me in question.
“I never say no to pizza.”
“I’m in too,” Vega replies, and Blink waves his hand in acknowledgment before disappearing into the changing rooms.
“So…”
I look up at Vega, whose eyes are dark and filled with promise.
“We doing this?”
“Seems that way, but I won’t choose between you. It’s not fair going into this as a three, only for one of you to expect me to choose at the end.”
“You know how I feel. I’ll never take more than you have to give. But that doesn’t mean I won’t devour what you give freely.”
“I saw your face when Blink kissed me. If we do this, you can’t get jealous—”
He cuts me off with a kiss even more blistering than the first.
He tastes like coffee and bad decisions—my own personal heroin.
“I wasn’t jealous that Blink was kissing you. I was jealous of the fact that he was allowed to, and I wasn’t. I wanted my lips where his were. I wanted to taste you, touch you, and breathe you in like it was my God-given right. I don’t care that you were in his arms. I care about you being in mine,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Oh, you’re good.” I grin, gripping his thick arms with my hands.
A wolf whistle has us laughing and breaking apart.
“I gotta go finish up helping these guys.”